I, Penny Dreadful, do hereby vow to continue to post smartass remarks, sexual innuendo, references to food and clothing, comments about character, in-universe rationalizations, obscure in-jokes, sickmaking cuteness, flippancy, irreverence, irrelevance, tastelessness, and/or whatever subjectively stupid thought happens to flit through my subjectively shallow little mind, and moreover to continue appending them to whatever thread I deem appropriate.
If you (the reader of this post) do not wish to read any of the above, then I suggest that you killfile me at your earliest opportunity.
If Calle doesn't wish me to persist in my puerile posting pattern, he can kick me off the list, and I promise not to try and come weaseling back in with a new address.
ObB7 (I *do* try): that Avon, boy oh boy, hoohah, was he just poured into those Red Leather Trousers or what? Man alive, I sure would like to Buff Up And Rinse Avon, because as an INTP, according to Myers-Briggs, I identify with him more than I do with Blake, who was willing to kill all those penguins in Star One just to prove he was right, and whom I would like to see played by Jim Carrey in The Movie. And moreover, Travis Travis Travis Travis Travis Travis Travis Travis Travis.
(that word, again, is "killfile".)
--Penny "Insert One Last Inane Comment Here" Dreadful -- "This is the kind of conversation that can only end in a gunshot."